Chapter 280: You Really Have No Sincerity

"You damn can't see? Can't you move out of the way?"

In the next instant, one of them, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, started shouting loudly.

The others instinctively showed displeasure in their eyes.

They're used to running rough here, and even the Iron Fist Gang that oversees this street doesn't dare to do anything to them.

But a second later, the group sensed something was off.

Because the middle‑aged man before them, with a knife on his back and a cold, stern expression, didn't look like a pushover.

"What did you just say?"

Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow.

"Speak up, I didn't catch that."

The atmosphere around them fell silent at once.

Dozens of eyes turned toward this spot.

The man who had been speaking froze for a moment, then a surge of anger rose within him.

As a Senior Member of the Dragon Xing Martial Arts Hall, dressed in those clothes, who would dare speak to him that way? Yet the man before him gave off a terrifying aura; after hesitating repeatedly, he truly didn't dare repeat it.

At that moment, the leading man clasped his fists toward Jiang Cheng and smiled, "Sorry, big brother, we were at fault just now; we were looking far away and didn't notice anyone in front of us, truly sorry."

The few behind him exchanged glances, surprised in their hearts.

Third Senior Brother was being so polite to a stranger? Remember, he's a Second-level Force Warrior! They're only beings they can look up to.

Could it be that this man is a master, making Third Senior Brother act out of character? Yet Jiang Cheng merely gave him a contemptuous glance and said, "What are you? Am I talking to you? Get out of the way."

As the words fell, a chorus of sharp inhales rose from all around.

Especially the stall owner who had just been brushed off.

One must know that those before them are members of the Dragon Xing Martial Arts Hall.

The leader, it is said, is a direct disciple of the Gym Master of the Dragon Xing Martial Arts Hall, an unusual status.

But a few, sensing that Jiang Cheng was no ordinary person, held their breath and kept watching.

The words hung in the air.

Fang Shaopeng's face flushed bright red instantly.

Besides his master, who would dare scold him like that? And even his master hasn't spoken such harsh words to him in years.

The few behind him, seeing this, couldn't hold back and began hurling insults.

"You damn..."

"Shut up!"

Fang Shaopeng shouted loudly, stopping them.

"Third Senior Brother, he..."

Someone else seemed about to speak.

"I told you to shut up! Can't you understand human speech?"

Fang Shaopeng turned back and roared.

The latter was instantly frightened and dared not speak again.

Fang Shaopeng slowly turned around.

His intuition told him the person before him would be hard to deal with.

Many people carry cold weapons on their bodies—like the members of the Wild Wolf Gang before, the Iron Fist Gang now, and some street thugs who also carry short staffs and daggers. But they wouldn't bear a knife with a sheath! If this person isn't just bluffing, his strength would be truly terrifying! "Esteemed senior," he said more respectfully, bowing his waist, "We were at fault just now; I apologize to you here, hoping you, as a great person, won't hold a grudge against a petty one, and won't test us on equal footing. So, to show our remorse, I am willing to invite you, senior, to be a guest at our Dragon Xing Martial Arts Hall."

"Are you threatening me?"

Jiang Cheng let out a cold laugh.

"You deliberately reminded me that you're from the Dragon Xing Martial Arts Hall, making me hesitant to strike you?"

"Senior, you're overthinking; I have no such intention, I truly want to apologize to you," Fang Shaopeng hurriedly said, cold sweat pouring from his forehead.

In fact, that was exactly his meaning.

It just became awkward when the other side said it outright.

And once you anger the other side...

"Hmph."

Jiang Cheng let out a cold hum.

"I don't see any sincerity from you."

"I don't know what to do to make you see it," Fang Shaopeng hurriedly said.

"Kneel and apologize to me."

Jiang Cheng blurted out.

"What!"

Not only Fang Shaopeng and his companions, but everyone around was stunned.

Is this man really this reckless?

He does this without fearing offending the Dragon Xing Martial Arts Hall? Fang Shaopeng's voice also carried some anger, saying: "Senior, by doing this, don't you think it's a bit excessive? Just because we accidentally blocked your path, you demand we kneel and apologize? If my master finds out later, the consequences you may not be able to bear."

"That's right, we are members of the Dragon Xing Martial Arts Hall."

The few behind them had long been unable to hold back.

Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, they were even more enraged, steam practically rising from their seven orifices.

"Indeed, you have no sincerity at all; even now you still threaten me, damn it."

Jiang Cheng's voice turned cold; he suddenly extended a huge hand and covered the other's face.

"!"

Fang Shaopeng felt like he was about to suffocate.

Five fingers, like five steel rods, tightly clamped his face.

Before he could even beg for mercy, his whole body suddenly fell backward.

Then.

"Peng!"

A deafening boom, his whole head smashed onto the ground, brain and blood spilling everywhere.

This scene.

Came as a surprise to everyone present.

Or rather, no one actually saw how Jiang Cheng acted.

By the time they recovered, they saw that just moments ago Fang Shaopeng could still speak, now lay on the ground, most of his head shattered, dead beyond death.

"Ah!!!"

A scream that could stop clouds rang out.

"Murder!"

"Murder!"

The crowd shouted while fleeing.

The few remaining people from Dragon Xing Martial Arts Hall also realized the situation was bad.

But soon they found that, out of genuine fear, their legs felt as if filled with lead, unable to move, let alone escape.

"Don't, don't kill us."

"Sorry, sorry, we beg you, don't kill us."

"We were wrong, spare us."

Several people, terrified, wept profusely, each repeating those few sentences like a broken record.

Jiang Cheng remained unmoved.

Seeing that everyone around had already dispersed, he no longer cared and kicked out several consecutive blows.

Several tons of force erupted at a single point, quickly spreading through his whole body.

Their bones shattered completely; then, like torn sacks, they were flung dozens of meters away.

While flying in the air they were already lifeless, let alone landing.

Jiang Cheng slowly turned and walked toward the nearby Flying Eagle Martial Arts Hall.

In theory, these people only trampled a few sweet potatoes; even if some of them thought of giving them a lesson, it wouldn't be a death sentence.

But over the years these people have eaten countless free meals from street vendors, whose lives are already hard; their free‑riding only adds to the vendors' misery, unknowingly causing many to go bankrupt.

If now they were simply given a simple lesson and left, after he left these people would repeat their behavior, even vent today's resentment onto the vendors.

Better to see the good deed through to the end.

(End of Chapter)